My Husband Sold My Uncle
CHAPTER 03. I'm Your Talak
"What would I get if I sold my wife to you?" asked Arlan folded his hands and looked at Dirga.
The man with a well-built body, and a firm face line with a field chest behind his white shirt was staring back at Arlan who had just asked a question, who was, he smiled smirk add firm face that became the attraction of his face.
"You're gonna get Ishaya, you're just after Ishaya's treasure, aren't you? Then just sell your wife to me so you can be free" Dirga replied to Arlan.
Arlan glared with an open mind, he thought for a moment, what Dirga said was true, after all he no longer needed Alma because all the inheritance of Alma was in his name.
"All right, but how do I sell Alma to you? Wasn't it when I divorced her that she had nothing to do with me?" Arlan looked at Dirga.
Dirga smiled, he walked towards Arlan with a clattering of steps ticking in rhythm with the sound of the floor he poked, he took out something from his bag, a map he had previously prepared.
Drt!
Dirga pulled Arlan's shoulder to get close to him, Dirga whispered something into Arlan's ear. "Forced wife to sign this."
The deg!
Dirga put the map on Arlan's chest very hard so that makes Arlan take a few steps back.
Arlan looked at the map and picked it up, then walked away from Dirga there.
After Arlan's departure, Ishaya comes out of the room and looks at Dirga. "What have you been talking about?"
"I'll do polygamy" replied Dirga to the point.
Ishaya is moving slowly. "You're not sick, are you?"
"If you think you can cheat, how can I not, I will marry a woman in the near future, and I don't need your approval," Dirga walked away from Ishaya.
"Good, so I wouldn't feel guilty if I cheated on Arlan," javav Ishaya. "Come, Cheating Competition."
Dirga just shook her head and not caring about Ishaya, she went into the room to change clothes.
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Brak!
Arlan slammed the door of the house that made Alma come out of the room with a panicked face to meet her husband.
"Why, Mas? I'm going home, I'm making coffee?" Alma offers her husband a coffee that makes Arlan grab Alma's hand and hold it very tightly.
"Sign this," replied Arlan throwing the map that Dikta had given Alma.
"What's this?" Alma grabbed the map and read it.
Alma rounded her eyes when reading the contents of the map which contained an agreement if she signed the contents of the map she had to be divorced by Arlan and married another man who would bind Alma.
"You're crazy, Mom! I don't want to!" alma's protest infuriated Arlan.
Arlan clasped Alma's arm firmly and looked at him sharply, for some reason Alma felt that Arlan was now a demon, not the Arlan he knew.
"Sign it, that's fast! If you refuse, I'll do something to your parents' legacy company, and of course you, you're just an orphan woman with no family, you better take it," said Arlan who made Alma trouble swallow his saliva.
The deg!
Alma was confused what she should be now, she picked up the pen on the living room table and signed the letter.
Officially, now Alma must be bound by a contract with a married man who Alma will not suspect who the person is.
Arlan smiled wickedly, he picked up the map Alma had signed and looked at Alma sharply.
"You're a smart woman, Alma!" Arlan grabbed Alma's chin.
Arlan flanked both of Alma's chins hard which made the beige hijab-wearing woman with a cute face and my eyes fell silent.
"I'm Your Talak!"
The deg!
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